In the incredibly bright light, casting crisp, dark shadows almost straight down, you see Reggie continue his stride, from the rear it looks almost like he’s seen something, is heading for it. At least that’s how he appears to you, reading his body language. Meanwhile his flunkies are dealing with the sudden change in visibility: the one on Reggie’s left appears to be on the edge of mental breakdown as he hunkers down, a natural response to a sudden apocalyptic blast of intense light. The one on the right turns and skips/jogs sideways, releasing fire from what looks like a HK227 or something, heavily cut down into a *HEAVY* machine pistol, but with a barrel-length noise suppressor/flash hider. Sparks from the end of the barrel are totally washed out by the intensity of the light almost directly above them, as the “right side” flunkie attempts to (What? Shoot it down?) deal with the sudden flare, to no effect.
Somewhere beyond you note something like a cloud, swirling unbelievably and quite murkily somewhere deeper in the park, over near where Arthur Ross Pinetum Playground should be. Why would someone bewitch a playground? But yes, that’s the place from which the fire seems to be laughing. Other than that there are no other denizens in The Park. Which is, in itself, odd, because you *know* there are people who call this place home, especially after dark, when they’re not really supposed to be here. |
